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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.