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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.