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 Italy 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.