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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.