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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.