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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.