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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Move,
Skriet,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.