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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.