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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.