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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.