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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.