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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.