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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.