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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.