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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.