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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.