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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.