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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.