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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.