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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.