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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
June Days,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.