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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.