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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.