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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.