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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.