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 United States 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Mars,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.