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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.