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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Nas,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.