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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.