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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.