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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.