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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.