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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.