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 and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Faust,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.