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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.