Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.