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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.