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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.