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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.