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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
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.