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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.