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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.