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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.