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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.