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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.