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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.