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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.