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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Quantec,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.