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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.