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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
CMW,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.