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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.