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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.