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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.