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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Wire,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Monks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.