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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Television,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.