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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.