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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.