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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.