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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.