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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.