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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.