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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.