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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.