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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.