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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.