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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.