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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Can,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Monks,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.