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 China and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.