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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.