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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.