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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
the Slits,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.