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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
CMW,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.