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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.