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 France and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.