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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Ludus,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Litter,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.