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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.