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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.