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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
MC5,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.