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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.