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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.