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 Honduras and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.