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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.