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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.