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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.