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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Smog,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.