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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.