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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.