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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.