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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s 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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.