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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.