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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Scion,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Index,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.