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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.