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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.