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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.