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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.