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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.