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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.