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 Niger and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.