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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.