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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.