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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.