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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.