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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.