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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.