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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.