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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.