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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.