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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.