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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.