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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.