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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.