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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.