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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.