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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.