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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.