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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Cameo,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.