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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.