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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.