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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.