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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.