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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Section 25,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.