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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
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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.