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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.