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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.