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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.