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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.