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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Organ,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Slave,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.