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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.