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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.