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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.