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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Unwound,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.