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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.