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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.