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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.