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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.