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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.