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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.