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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.