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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.