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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.