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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.