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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.