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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
the Association,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.