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 Niger 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.