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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.