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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.