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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.