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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.