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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.