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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.