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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.