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 Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.