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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.