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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.