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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.