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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Japan to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Lalann,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Scion,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.