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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.