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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Whodini,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.