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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.