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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.