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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.