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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.