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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.