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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.