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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Technova,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.