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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Remains,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.