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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.