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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.