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 Honduras and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Doors,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.