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 Italy 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.