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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.