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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.