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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Moebius,
the Slits,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.