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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.