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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.