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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.