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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.