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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.