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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Mars,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.