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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Fear,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.