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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.