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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Gong,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.