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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.