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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.