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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.