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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.