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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.