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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Suicide,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.