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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.