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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.