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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.