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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.