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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
UT,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.