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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.