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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Victims,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.