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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.