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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Television,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.