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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.