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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.