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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.