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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.