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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.