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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.