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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.