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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.