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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.