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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
UT,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.