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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.