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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Wire,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.