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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.