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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.