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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.