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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.