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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.