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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.