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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
10cc,
Flipper,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.