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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.