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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.