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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.