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 Guyana and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.