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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.