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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.