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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.