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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
CMW,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.