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 France and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.