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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.