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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.