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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.