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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.