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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
UT,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.