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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.