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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
UT,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.