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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.