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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
JFA,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.