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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
World's Most,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.