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 Somalia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.