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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.