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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.