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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.