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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.