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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
CMW,
Motorama,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.