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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.