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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
UT,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.