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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.