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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.