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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
the Germs,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.