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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Scion,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
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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.