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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.