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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.