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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.