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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.