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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.