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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Association,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.