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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
X-102,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.