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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.