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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.