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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.