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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.