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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.