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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.