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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Move,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.