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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.