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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.