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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.