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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.