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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.