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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
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.