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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Saints,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.