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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.