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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.