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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.