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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.