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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.