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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.