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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.