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 Ukraine 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.