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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.