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 India and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Motions,
the Association,
Slave,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.