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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.