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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.