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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.