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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.