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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.