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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 AZ to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Fear,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Visage,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.