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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.