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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.