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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.