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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.