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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.