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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the funk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.