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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.