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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Mars,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.