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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
10cc,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.