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 Japan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.