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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.