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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.