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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.