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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Mars,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.