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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.