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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.