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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.