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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.