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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.