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 Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.