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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.