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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.