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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
UT,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.