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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.