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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.