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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.