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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.