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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.