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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.