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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.