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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.