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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
CMW,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.