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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
CMW,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.