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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.