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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.