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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.