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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.