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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.