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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.