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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.