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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.