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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.