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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.