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 Comoros and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.