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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.