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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Technova,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.