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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.