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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
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.