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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
PIL,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.