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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.