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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.