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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Can,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.