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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.