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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.