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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.