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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.