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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.