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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.