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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.