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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.