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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.