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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.