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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.