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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.