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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.