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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Brick,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.