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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Association 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.