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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.