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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.