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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.