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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.