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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.