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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.