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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Index,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.