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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 John Foxx 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Nico,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.