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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.