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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Monks,
AZ,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.