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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.