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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Mars,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.