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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.