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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.