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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.