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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.