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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.