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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.