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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.