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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 James White and The Blacks 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.