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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.