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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Nico,
X-102,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.