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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.