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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Liliput,
PIL,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.