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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.