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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Magma,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.