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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.