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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.