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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.