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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
ABC,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.