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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.