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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.