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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.