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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.