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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.