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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.