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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.