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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.