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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.