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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.