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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.