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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
X-102,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Names,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.