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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.