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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.