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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.