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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.