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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.