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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.