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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.