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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.