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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
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.