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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.