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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.