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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.