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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.