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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.