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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.