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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Japan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.