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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Franke,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.