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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.