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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.