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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.