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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Television,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.