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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Wire,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.