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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.