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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.