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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Organ,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.