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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Magazine,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.