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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
PIL,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.