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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.