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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Can,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.