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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.