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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.