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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Names,
Brick,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Slave,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.