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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.