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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.