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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.