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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Swans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.