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 Colombia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.