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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.