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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
X-102,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.