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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.