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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.