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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.