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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
JFA,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.