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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.