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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Nas,
Roxette,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.