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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.