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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Nico,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.