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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.