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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.