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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.