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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
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the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Can,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.