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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.