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 Mali and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.