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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.