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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.