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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.