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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.