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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Index,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.