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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.