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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.