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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.