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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.