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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.