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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.