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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Index,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
10cc,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.