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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.