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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.