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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.