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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.