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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.