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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Visage,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.