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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.