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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.