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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wasted Youth 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
CMW,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.