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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.