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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Crime,
UT,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Television,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.