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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.