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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.