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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.