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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.