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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.