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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Pole,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.