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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.