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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.