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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.