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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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 Toasters,
Japan,
Erasure,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.