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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fortunes,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.