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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
10cc,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.