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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.