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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.