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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Visage,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.