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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.