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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.