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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Gong,
Swans,
Qualms,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.