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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.