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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
UT,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.