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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.