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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.