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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.