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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
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.