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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Main Source,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.