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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.