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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.