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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.