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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
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.