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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Sonics,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.