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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Fire Engines to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.