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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.