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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.