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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.