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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
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 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.