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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.