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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.