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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.