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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.