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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.