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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.