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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Index,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.