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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.